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Bwaybaby
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....on September 11th?
I realize this is a very sensitive subject and that this next week many people will be thinking of September 11th because the 1 year anniversary coming up. For me personally, its always helped to talk about things like this but I realize for many others this may not be the case so for those of you who do not desire to read on about this...dont( just fair warning)
The morning of 9/11 I was getting ready for work when I turned on the TV and saw a building on fire( which at the moment I didn't realize it was one of the WTC towers b/c they had an extreme close-up of it.) Then I heard one of the news anchors say it was the WTC and that a plane had flown into it. At first I thought it was an accident, that maybe a small plane had just accidentally flown into the building. As I was watching I saw the second plane hit the other tower and I realized this was no longer an accident. I had to get to work so I went into work( I work with children) and by that time my co-workers had just started hearing about this.Many of our children at work had parents or relatives who worked in NYC and some who even worked in one of the towers. It was not easy staying at work all day while all of this was going on. We kept hearing all these crazy reports of things going on....many of which turned out to be false later on. I spent all day and the days after hoping friends that I knew who lived or worked in Manhattan were ok.Thankfully they all were. It was also a relief to know that the cops I knew who had worked at AGYG were ok too!!
Ok, now for something a little more on topic... I was actually eager to get into the city again after 9/11 ( I know, a little crazy) but for many of you who know me know I spend a lot of my time in the city and I just felt like I needed to be there. Its most definitely like a second home to me. The first time I went into the city after 9/11 was a few weeks later to see Bernadette sing on REGIS. It was so sad because down in the subways, walls were covered with photos of people missing and down in the 44th and 8th Subway where there is a little police/security station the wall was covered with "thank yous" from schools across the country. Ok, back on topic.....Regis was having singers come on all week in tribute of 9/11 and Bernadette was there to sing YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE ( I can't think of a more fitting song) and everyone there was in awe as she sang- many people in tears. I quite frankly don't know how she even made it through the song. After she was done this lady sitting next to me jumped to her feet and started applauding like crazy and everyone else followed( which is kinda weird for that type of song).
The time after that when I visited the city was for a big Bway event in Times Square which was filled with people there to attend the event. Well, at one point during the day a Firetruck was coming down 45th Street( in no urgency it seemed) all of the sudden it got completely silent and EVERYONE in the area stopped what they were doing then everyone started cheering and clapping. It was actually so amazing to see so many people in New York actually agreeing on something for once. Anyway, the firetruck went by honking its horn to everyone.
In December my mom and I went to go see a friend perform uptown. After the concert...around 1am we went downtown to Ground Zero . I guess we both felt we'd never really believe any of this happened unless we saw it with our own eyes. Eventhough it was 1 in the morning there were sooo many people there doing the same thing we were doing but even with all the people there it was eerily quiet.I've been to NYC many many times since 9/11.I can't think of a better thing that I can do to support NYC than to go and spend my money there ( LOL) by going to see shows and shopping(especially downtown) Its so sad going into the city and not seeing the beautiful view of the WTC towers we use to have anymore!! Ok, I think I'm done ranting now....just thought I'd share.
Cindy
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I came home from school and my friend phoned her mum to see if she could come round to my house and her mum works at Lloyds of London and she'd been sent home in case they were attacked. So when we got home there was a special news report on all day. My family were watching the tv and we all just sat there in silence. I held my sister's hand.
they say bernadette's wonderful..........and she is
xx Jenny xx
|  BernBaby21
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I remember I was walking outside (my school is a private prep-school type) to my religion class, and I was just hearing random comments and conversations going on. I walked into my religion room and the radio was on. Everything that i was hearing was a relality. We turned on the tv and watched for a bit, then we just prayed. The entire school congregated in the gym and sat in total silence...I don't think I have ever experienced that type of quite before..it was almost eerie. My headmistress (this soft-spoken little nun) came up and basically told us the PG version of what had happened, then all the parents were contacted.
I just remember driving home in fear, wondering who or what was next. My father was flying that day and I have friends in the area...it was such a surreal moment.
As the days passed, i began to hear tons of stories from friends and aquaintences about how people they knew narrowly escaped death..coming in late to work for the day or some other happening. God was certainly with them and on their side.
My story is not going to be as "interesting" (I almost feel badly using a word like that while discussing a topic such as this) as others, but for me this day will stay in my mind forever. On September 10 I had spent a whole religion class period speaking about war and violence...the next day it occured. I hope that everyone can reamin strong as we reach the 1 year anniversary, I hope we can all band together like we did a year ago, and for one day in our lives think of something other than ourselves....pray for the families who suffer the most. I will be making numerous trips to NYC this coming year and I fully intend on visiting Ground Zero numerous times.
I chose and my world was shaken, so what? The choice may have been mistaken...the choosing was not, you have to move on......
|  Christine-NYC
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| posted: 9/8/2002 at 11:40:35 AM ET
I remember it like it was yesterday. Normally, I would not have been in Manhattan so early on a Tuesday (because I use to only work on Wed., Thurs., and Fri.) but I was taking finals in school that week (the College I attended at the time was on 43rd Street, between 5th and Madison Avenues).
I live on Staten Island, so I had taken the Ferry into Downtown Manhattan(about 2 or 3 blocks from the WTC). It was about 8:20am when my friend Diana and I got on our seperate trains to go to our seperate schools (she goes to Hunter College, Uptown); we had just missed the first plane hitting.
I went to school, took my one exam, and then I intended on going home (since it was still early, like 9:10am). I stopped outside the school to talk to some friends. My friend Dominick asked to borrow my cell phone, because his was not working for some reason (at this time we didn't know what happened, or that the phones were not in use). My phone was at the bottom of my bag, so I didn't bother to look for it.
around 9:25 am I started walking towards Time Square, to get the train downtown and the ferry. I stopped to get a drink and brakfast sandwhich (to go) because I intended to have them on the ferry. As I headed towards the train station (with my food lol) I couldn't understand why people were just stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.
I walked past one of the news studios, and I saw a large builing with smoke coming out of it on television...they hadn't collapsed yet; I still had no idea that it was happening in NYC. I ignored the televisions (I figured I would just catch it on the news at home) and continued to walk down to the train. Well, the trains were in a stand still, and rather than ask why or wait too long in the heat down there, I decided to go upstairs and catch a bus to downtown. When I went upstairs, everyone was standing still! I had never seen Time Square when there weren't people running everywhere. I don't know why (maybe it was God telling me to do this) but I looked up at the giant television screen over ABC studios; then I saw it! I then realized why the phones weren't working (when I saw everyone panicking to use there's).
As I stared at this enormous television, I heard a woman behind me saying, "I'm gonna try calling on my phone." I turned to tell her that the phones weren't working, and it was my next door neighbor (again, perhaps God working on my side).
I stayed with her, but we still had to get downtown; Her sister was down there (scared to death...she had to run from having a building collapse on her). We got down to Chelsea Piers, and saw all the smoke (by this time, they had fallen); it was like a death fog that kept moving towards us. We were going to take the ferry into New Jersey, but there were thousands of people waiting for them. We started walking towards the George Washington Bridge (keep in mind we were on like 20th street, and the GWB is on 125th Street). We couldn't get a cab, so we stopped this man in a truck and hitch-hiked our way there.
When we got there, police had closed off all bridges and tunnels (in case they were blown up). Basically, NYC was in a lock down! We were like sitting ducks, waiting to be blown to pieces (we couldn't get out, and they weren't letting anyone in).
We finally got a cab and we took it up through Manhattan, the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn...all to get to Staten Island. In the end, it took us about 5 and a half hours in that cab to get home. We didn't know if we would ever see our families again; my neighbor's 3 year old son was on the phone with her(the phones worked uptown) asking her if she was gonna die. :*(
We finally got home, but we didn't go in our houses. We stayed outside with our families and neighbors. We just all wanted to be together I guess, and talk; plus, we were still waiting for other neighbors to come home...we were worried about them. They all came home (Thank God), but some of them did lose family and friends down there...I lost some friends myself.
The rest of my finals were cancelled that week...along with the View (I was suppose to attend a taping that Friday); I didn't even care...I was just so happy to be alive. I did go back to school two weeks later, and it was like army war-fare. Soldiers with Gas masks on, Dust everywhere, barriers on every train station, my school was getting bomb threats...it was a nightmare. In fact, I had nightmares for quite some time after...and I still haven't really gone down there yet. I mean, I've been downtown, & I've taken a bus past the site, but I haven't really walked past it. I do plan on going next week or so, but I know it won't be easy for me.
Anyway, thanks for starting this topic. It brought back some sad memories, but it felt good to share my story. 
<3CMH<3
|  BwayLover
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I was in my science class, taking a test when someone came to give something to the teacher. She said that a plane had hit the WTC...I was sure I had heard her wrong. Anyway, for the rest of the day, in most of my classes we either listened to the radio or watched the news. My church, along with many others, had a prayer service that night.
My friend lives in New Jersey, and I called her within the next day or so to see how things were up there. She told me several kids at her school lost parents or relatives. Since I live in Georgia, most kids' parents around here don't have business in NYC, so we didn't really experience that personal loss at my school. I couldn't even fathom what those kids my friend knows were dealing with. The only person I know that worked in the WTC was on vacation that week.
Even though some of us are far away from New York and may not have experienced a personal loss, I think we were all able to bond and hold strong together. Sometimes the goodness of people really amazes me.
Over the summer, while on tour with the youth choir from church, we went to NYC, and down to Ground Zero. Even though it had been nearly a year since in incident, we were all very shaken by it. Praise God for those who volunteered, risked, or gave up their lives in an effort to help others.
I don't know if any of that made sense, but I thought I'd share.
|  moljul
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| posted: 9/8/2002 at 4:12:27 PM ET
Well my recollection actually starts on Sunday, September 9th. It was the day of Broadway on Broadway. I was sitting in the middle of Times Square on an absolutely perfect day. I had moved to New York at the beginning of year after spending three long years trying to get here. I was having a very New York kind of moment. Sitting in the middle of this famous street crossing, seeing a free concert of Broadway performances surrounded by tons of people having a great time and this was where I lived. I almost couldn't believe it was actually my life. Everyone was full of such optimism and having such a wonderful time. New York was the best place in the world to be and I think the only place anyone there wanted to be. On Tuesday I woke up about 8:45. My radio was on and within a few minutes I heard that a plane had flown into the WTC. I, like a lot of people, assumed it was some small plane with some poor pilot who got lost or disoriented at the controls. I turned off the radio and got ready for work. I probably left about 9:15 and headed to the 1,9 line of the subway to head to work. I lived at the time in Washington Heights so I was heading downtown. When we were at a station about 40 blocks away from my stop, an announcement came on saying the train would go no further due to "what was going on at the WTC". My subway ran directly into the WTC (for those of you who don't know NYC subway lines). I found it quite strange that a little plane flying into a building would cause this much commotion. Obviously I had no idea that above ground, the world had totally changed. I walked the rest of the way to work and as I got closer I saw people crying on their cell phones. I guess a few were still working at that point. By the time I got to work, the receptionist told me the TV was on in the Dean's Office if I wanted to go and watch. (I work at a Law School). I went to my office, put my things away and headed to the Dean's office where I found all sorts of people sitting around the TV. By the time all of this happened, at least one of the towers had fallen, maybe both, can't remember. The day was a complete fog. I couldn't concentrate on anything. I e-mailed my best friend in Maryland (thank God e-mail still worked) and asked her to call my mom to tell her I was okay as the phones were definitely out by this time. I would sit in my office for maybe 5 minutes just staring at my computer, my mild reeling. Then I would just aimlessly walk around the halls, then back to the Dean's office to watch TV for about 10 minutes then back to the office and so on. I just did this all day. I couldn't sit still for more than 10 minutes at a time. I finally got through on my cell phone and left a message on my mom's answering machine tell her I was fine in case my friend didn't get through. I just found out a couple of months ago that my mom has my message saved on her machine. I went home that night and watched some of the coverage but had to turn it off because it was just so overwelming. The strange thing was that I slept very soundly all week. Which I thought was strange. But I think I was just so overwelmed by everything going on and the stress of it all that I was just exhausted by the end of the day.
I had been fortunate to visit the WTC a few times earlier that spring. My sister worked at the American Embassy in Nairobi, Kenya at the time. This was one of the African embassies that was blown up in 1998 by Osama Bin Laden. The trial of the bombers took place in downtown Manhattan in the spring of 2001. The embassy sent many of the Kenyan employees who had survived the bombings over in groups to observe the trial. Many were my sister's employees. They would be here for a week and at the end of each week I played "ambassador" by picking them up at their hotel at the WTC and taking them up to the Times Square area and showing them a little of New York. They also told me their own personal stories of living through this awful terroist attack. I listened in horror completely unable to comprehend what it was like to have a building you are sitting in explode.
So I had the great fortune of walking through the shopping center into one of the towers on my way to the hotel. My friends and I had mentioned the idea several times of going for a drink at the Windows on the World restaurant. We never did get around to doing it. One of those things you put off for another time. A time that will now never come.
After 9/11, I had no desire to go to Ground Zero and I just couldn't imagine why anyone would. I know we all grieve and react in different ways but I just couldn't fathom why all these people wanted to see it. It was like looking at an accident on the side of the road. And worse than just slowing down to see it but actually stopping your car to get out and stare. I just couldn't understand it and found it a little sick. Then a friend told me she had been down there and said I should go. In fact, she said every American should see it. She had never thought she would say such a thing as she had felt the same way I did but the experience had completely changed her mind. So a week or so later, my mom and a friend came in for one night. I asked them if they wanted to go and see the site. We went down about 1 a.m. and as I got to about Canal Street I wasn't able to speak. It was like walking into a funeral home or something. You just feel like it would be improper to speak. The closer we got, the more it seemed we were entering a war zone. The fires were still burning (it was the first weekend in October) so the smoke and dust was still very much in the air. We saw the one piece of the WTC still standing, like a skeleton against the bright work lights lighting up the night sky and in the short time we stood there we counted 16 huge dump trucks going up West Street full of debris. From that point on when friends and family came to visit, I always asked them if they wanted to see Ground Zero. I didn't NEED to go back down there but I wanted them to have the opportunity if they wanted it. Over the past year I have been there several times and watched the progress of the clean-up but the memorials still remain and the overwelming silence of the area has not changed.
In May my other sister came to visit with some friends and I took them down there too. We took the train as close as it got to the site. I was totally shocked when I got out at the station that I would always take to pick up my sister's employees over a year before. I walked down the long hallway toward the entrance to the mall underneath the WTC. As we walked further and further, my heart starting beating faster and faster. Surely the hallway would stop soon but it kept going. For a mintue I felt like I was about to once again walk into the mall as if it had been a incredibly bad dream. All those shops would be there (shops I thought about in the first few days after 9/11 might keep survivors alive with all the food and water they contained) I would walk into the towers directly into the hotel and maybe finally make it to Windows on the World for that drink. The hallway finally did end but I was shocked it ended right at the entrance to the mall. I told my sister and her friends that the WTC was right on the other side of that wall. You could even see the side entrance to the WTC Newstand with its metal door closed. It was all extremely eery.
Well I'm sorry to have rambled on so much. Hopefully I didn't bore anyone or you at least stopped reading a long time ago. :-)
Christine, I hope you make it down to the site one day soon. I think you might find it soothing after your experience. Though maybe it is still too soon. While I was able to visit the site, I myself am unable to watch any TV show about the WTC before or after the attack. I taped that special last fall that the french filmmaker made because he was there while it happened. But I have been unable to watch it even after all these months. Something about reliving it all. I'm not sure what I will do this week with all this television coverage. Maybe I'll finally be able to bring myself to watch some of it.
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this is incredible for me because I'm listening to all your stories of that day and most of you are actually from new york or at least america. tell me, does anyone know where Bernadette was that day and what her reaction to the whole tragedy was? did she speak on tv, I mean she is a native new yorker.
they say bernadette's wonderful..........and she is
xx Jenny xx
|  XoHollywoodSweeti9
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i remember exactly where i was. i was only in my new school for a couple days, so it was a real shock. i was in alegbra class when the school called the neshaminy and pensbury buses home, and everyone was like "what's going on?" no one had no idea that it was a terrorist attack, we all thought it was a coincidence. someone even told me that it was the japanese..?!? we had a mass that day (i go to a catholic highschool) and when i got home, that's when it really hit me that it was a terrorist attack. so much stuff went on that week (it was very stressful for school) that on that friday, when all the news channels were re playing the planes in the WTC, i just burst out sobbing. it was scary because not only do i live 50 minutes from the city (which isnt that close, but its not too far either) but my parents know people who live in the city and we didnt know what had happened to them. another thing, many people in my school had parents that worked in the WTC, actually, one of my friends dad's just made it out before his elevator exploded. 9*11 really put things into prospect for the US, and it made us all apreciate what we have and be thankful for what we have too.
<3 ya lots,
christa
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i meant to say, in the beginning of my "speech" (LoL) that no one KNEW that it was a terrorist attack sorry!
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| posted: 9/8/2002 at 5:18:17 PM ET
Wow moljul,
you're words actually made me cry; but please, don't feel bad. I completely inderstand what you mean about how you couldn't understand people actually wanting to see the wreck (until you were there yourself). I remember one day, about two or three weeks after 9/11, I was on the ferry (going into Manhattan and back to school) and there were tourists staring and pointing and taking pictures. I was so angry and hurt; to think that people were treating this like another NY tourism spot...and then when that viewing ramp was put in, I was fuming. But, as time went on I understood that people (especially those that don't live here) needed to see it to believe it; they needed closier.
Eventually I came to grips about everything, but now that the anniversary is coming up I feel myself becoming emotional when people talk about it again. Like today, I was reading the daily news (which, by the way everyone, Bernadette is in one of the pictures commemorating NYC's spirit) and I couldn't bare to look at the pictures or read any of the articles. I think, perhaps, I will never ever get over what happened; but I will definitely fource myself to go see the sight soon (and not just on a bus, passing by).
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| moljul
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| posted: 9/8/2002 at 6:05:22 PM ET
Actually I remember an article or something where Bernadette was talking about that day. I don't think she really said where she was but I got the idea she was in NYC and since she was set to record her CD in New York the next day, she probably was. But the story she was telling was about Michael. I guess he was in his office and he heard the first plane flying low down Park Avenue. I guess he called one of his friends that worked in one of the towers (maybe not the first to be hit) and said, "Get out of there." I assumed the friend made it out but she didn't say any more. I think the article was just a very brief thing so nothing went into much detail.
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The memory of 9/11 is still fresh in my mind...now that the anniversary is coming up, that day keeps replaying in my head.
I was in my 1st hour World History class...we were watching a video about the ancient Egyptians. All of a sudden, the U.S. History teacher from next door came rushing into the room, talking w/ my teacher saying, "A plane has hit the WTC and we think it's terrorists."
Then my teacher stopped the tape, and we flipped the channel to the news. We saw the image of the 1st tower...we were shocked--yet at that time we figured that it was an accident. And then they replayed the 2nd plane hitting...and I still thought maybe it was a coincidence. We started having a short discussion about why would terrorists want to do this to us?
2nd hr.- Spanish 1...@ the beginning of class we always start w/ petitions/prayer (I too go to a Catholic college-prep high school) and I told them the news about the WTC but at that time they didn't hear about it. After prayer we started getting settled w/ the class' lesson, when one of the spanish teachers came in and told us about how devistating the footage was...we asked if we could stop class and watch it...my teacher hesitated..but allowed us to go and watch. We started watching, seeing the images of the planes and everything over and over again. It was just depressing. (I also think that about this time, the 1st tower collapsed).
3rd hr.- Math, my teacher wouldn't let us watch any of the news because she figured that it was all the same.-and she wanted us to take our minds off of the issue. There was an announcement over the speakers, we stopped to pray, and then resumed w/ class.
4th hr. During passing time to my 4th hr. class, my friends informed me of the 2nd tower collapsing. I was starting to get scared. We also heard at this time about the Pentagon and the plane crash in Pennsylvania. By the end of 4th hr. we saw footage of the 2nd tower and we were just all scared/in shock.
5th hr.- choir..we just sat there depressed. They kept announcing over the loud speakers for students to come down to the main office because they had heard news of their parents who worked @ the WTC at the time--who confirmed that they were alright. (thank God).
Throughout the day, we heard news about how they closed down the Mall of America and the IDS building -(it's the tallest building in MN, it's in downtown Minneapolis) immediately for fears of terrorist attacks here.
My mom picked me up and told me that she was so scared about us @ school...and the rest of the week we just watched the news etc. We also found out later on about the man who stopped the hijackers who planned on hitting the White House, --the plane that crashed in PA. Over here in MN we found out it was a man who was from here, and how he made that phone call to his wife telling her that they were planning to do something. -(I can't remember if that was also during the same day, but it was w/in that week).
But overall, it was just a depressing/scary time for us here as well, since we have the Mall of America here.
Days later, we also found out that the supposed '20th hijacker', Zaccharias Moussoui (sp?) took wanted to take flying lessons months b4 9/11..over here in Eagan, a city which isn't that far from the Twin Cities.
But yeah, this is my 9-11 experience. (Sorry if I just kept babbling on and on...I sometimes get a little carried away) hehe.
Take care,
Stacy
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i remember i was in my english class when the teacher came in late and told us that he was just on the phone with the dentist and that the receptionist told him that a plane had hit the WTC...everyone was wondering iif the pilot was drunk or something...and a lot of people were worried because, living in a suburb of NYC, most of us had parents who worked there (i didnt). it was very scary. by lunch everyone had heard about it and everyone was talking. older siblings were coming to visit their siblings and make sure everything was all right. my friends and i asked several teahcers if they knew what was going on, but no one did.
no teacher would tell us anything until my last period, drama. our teacher told us everything and then put on the tv, but before we really had time to watch it, the whole school was called into an assembly. since there are not enough seats in the auditorium, i remember standing in the back with my friends next to a teacher who was crying because her dad was a firefighter and he was there. i remeber our principal talking about what had happened, but no one was really listening...everyone was crying or hugging each other or whispering and wondering what happened to parents and relatives and friends.
when school ended, i went home and turned on the tv and listened while i got ready for dance. on the way there, we could see the smoke from over the river. i was one of the few people who still went, and i'm glad i did because after discussing it briefly, my mind was taken off of it.
that night i called my friend, and she was telling me how they could see the plane hit out of the window. it was very scary.
the next day everyone was just very quiet and nervous...so many people had lost friends or realtives, and half the people were absent. we had a couple more assemblys about it, but i remember nothing more clearly than when our english teacher came in late and told us that a plane had hit...some people burst into tears because their parents worked there...and watching on tv that day was so scary...
i'm sorry if i rambled, but i had to share it.
*Meowz* <3 Kate
| Bwaybaby
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I know what you mean about the WTC mall. I had just been there a few weeks before 9/11. The morning of 9/11 the first friend I thought of was the one who I knew took the subway into the WTC..near where the mall is located. Luckily, after hours of trying to get in touch with her she called saying she was ok and was already in her office( 2 blocks away) by that time. She did however see the planes fly into the buildings. Its still very very hard for her to talk about. Even once or twice after 9/11 when I'd be in the city with friends and we were bored I'd say " Oh, lets go to the mall.." Then I'd remember that it was no longer there =(
And I forgot to mention this in my first post...but it was amazing to hear Bernadette sing America the Beautiful at many of her concerts post 9/11. As well as many other singers like Linda Eder. There would never be a dry eye in the house.
Cindy
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Long Island, New York & Boston, | posted: 9/8/2002 at 9:39:51 PM ET
I remember I was walking between periods and everyone was talking and laughing like they usually do. But then teachers and the principal and everyone were walking very fast telling us to get to class. Some students were walking with them crying.
I went to my next class which was History. The teacher began to explain to us that the Twin Towers were hit by a plane and that it might have been terrorists. By the end of the day our school had lost 3 fathers, 1 aunt, a sister, and 2 mothers. It devastated us. My last period of the day I remember just sitting there. The teacher wasnt saying anything and she had just started to write notes on the board. All of a sudden she collapsed on the floor in tears shouting her brother's name. He was in the 2nd tower when it collapsed.
When I got home all I could do was watch the news and pray that my friend's father was alright. He was father of 7 children and got out just in time because he was late to work.
Some people change your life forever. Thank you, *Bernadette*
|  MollyEliz
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Fla | posted: 9/8/2002 at 10:37:08 PM ET
Well, not that my story is nearly as interesting as everyone else's, but as long as everyone else is sharing, I thought I would too.
Although I don't live in New York and never have, in a wierd way I consider it my home. I remember the day like it was yesterday, and remember begging my parents to let me go up from 9/9-9/11 because I really wanted to go to Broadway on Broadway and Alice Ripley (another bway actress) was doing a concert gig on 9/10 that I really wanted to go to. So the entire night before Sept. 11 I was wishing I was there.
Then on the morning of Sept. 11, I was changing classes, walking from my AP Chem class to my AP US history class, when a friend stopped me in the hallway and said "Did you hear a plane hit the World Trade Center?" I wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but I had to get to my next class, so I sort of said "What?!" and kept on walking. Then I got into my history class and the news was on. And from about 9:30 on, I watched the rest of the day unfold on TV right along with the rest of the country. I remember calling my mom and telling her I was scared, and then trying to get through to my cousins who live in NYC and after trying for what seemed like forever, got in touch with them and was told they were fine.
I went to NYC for the first time after 9/11 in December, and driving into the city from the airport was so wierd. It was as though I was looking at a different city- the skyline had completely changed, and while I had seen the pictures on TV, it was still so shocking.
My mom and I went down to ground zero one day- to be honest I am not exactly sure why I wanted to go down there, but I am glad I did. Most of the debris had been cleared, and destruction wise-there wasn't much to see, but the memorials all over the place were so sad and that I was literally moved to tears. (that VERY rarely happens to me.)
So- thats pretty much my 9/11 experience. Its hard to believe that its already been a year. Although at times it seems like so much longer,it usually feels like it was just yesterday.
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